Dream dances under the pen

The dream is beautiful, it is the most beautiful expectation in our hearts.

The dream is sunshine, and it makes us move from imitation to firmness.

A dream is powerful, it is the source of motivation for life;

I have a dream, that is, use the pen to write the world in my heart.

The world is rich and colorful, we can use the eyes to observe; touch with the hand; use the nose to smell. But I don't just use these to feel, I want to turn it into beautiful words and spread more of the world's wonderful. I will not turn my dream into "dream" and "think". I will turn my dream into my motivation. I will not quit halfway, I will stick to it until success. Many writers' works have written a heaven of inner desire. Then, where is my paradise?

For me, my paradise is writing in a quiet room, without any noise, no one is bothering, just writing quietly there, that is my paradise. I will work hard for my dreams, leave the sweat of my mood, even if I have no success, but I am happy, I should do my best to write the best article I think.

In addition to the real world, there is another world, that is the world of imagination. The world I imagined is beautiful. For example: "One day, I walked on the golden path. The road was surrounded by golden trees. It told me that autumn was coming. In fact, it was a forest. The path paved with golden leaves and the golden head. The butterfly is dancing. When you get to the head, you will smell a floral fragrance that is not strong or light.

I think, is it a chrysanthemum? So I speeded up my steps. After walking about 200 meters, I saw a piece of preview. Sure enough, I guessed it! It is a sea of ​​chrysanthemums; pink; yellow; green; white, all the flowers are open to competition. There is a road in the sea of ​​flowers that leads to the distance...

Looking around, the cluster of chrysanthemums is plucking. The chrysanthemum leaves have become purple. Who can think of it? This autumn ravine is actually the world of chrysanthemums. How charming and how dazzling it is in the sunshine. I can't help but look at it. After a while, I will speed up my steps and go to a farther place...

This is my imagination, others can't have it. And my efforts are not for others to climb. People must have the humility of plum blossoms, the holiness of plum blossoms, and the pride of plum blossoms. There must be a constant belief in doing things, and the tenacity of a butterfly when it breaks down. Only in this way can we achieve our goals and our dreams.

In writing, I once gave up writing. Under various blows, I had to give up writing. For example, my parents did not support writing and thought that writing was delayed, but I also secretly insisted on writing; I published a short article on Weibo. Although it has been well received by some netizens, there are still some people who think that the article is particularly badly written... So I think that maybe I am not suitable for writing, I will give up the pen I have been holding.

Until my girlfriends often encouraged me around, I also told me that the articles I wrote were very good, but some places did not add beautiful sentences. Come back, I will guide you, write the same, write the same, it is important that you believe that you can Write the best article on the line, why care about other people's views, they are talking about your motivation to fight for your dreams. In this way, I lifted the pen in my hand again, until now.

There is a shell in mind on the beach, which is the story of the Chinese who are traveling outside. I clearly saw that some people were in a foreign country, but they took China's soil with them. Some people shouted China's long lived before the Olympics live broadcast, a belief, a nostalgia, a struggle, and the taste of the Chinese dream everywhere. With a strong, a glory, and a bearing, let us fight for our dreams. When we realize our dreams, we will fold it into a paper plane and fly to the blue sky.

Chinese dream. my dream.